It is my postulation that Rhona Mitra must smell good. I saw DOOMSDAY last night, she is the lead actress and main character in the movie and my supposition (Rhona Mitra is vastly good in a number of pleasing ways) is what I walked away with from the viewing. So it is vastly bewildering why I should be woken the next morning by a dream of Natalie Portman and the four feather-light-tickling-like kisses she laid on me. It is my assumption that vastly surreal dreams that cover a number of senses are the sign of either vast incredible intelligence or just run of the mill stuff that everyone has all the time every night.(Kip Fulbeck is kind of a big deal. A couple of books, the two I know of are "Permanence", and "Half Asian 100% Hapa," and he is more than a little famous and at large in a few other areas but you can look him up in Google and discover more for yourself.)
I'd like to be at large and a little famous also, I think. Someday, maybe I might even have someone think I must smell okay, too.
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